A Man In Full Audiobook Novels & Stories

I had ever failed to please. "You have reached the Apex of the Audit, Sun-Walker," the First Man spoke, his voice sounding like the rhythmic clicking of a typewriter. He didn't look like a god or a monster; he looked like a Bureaucrat of the Cosmos. He held a Pen made of Bone and Vacuum, its tip a needle of Absolute Redaction that held the power to "Delete" any history that didn't fit the West’s quarterly projections.

"There I was going, straight to marry a man in a wheelchair that I didn't know..." He begins to read, and although the story is long, everyone listens to it as the clock ticks by; her grandchildren and her children, despite having heard it so many times, listen to the old man calmly. The sick begins to come out of their rooms, all those who are hospitalized also come out to listen. "Dylan junior, send for more copies, I think another batch of this book is going to be needed" the old man says again. Dylan smiles and then answers: “Okay father, you keep reading.”

He was completely ignoring them. Mandy looked over and caught my eye. She smiled. She’d never smiled at me before. She said something to the man and they both got up and came over. I stood up, as did the others. “Colin,” said Mandy, “this is Raviva.” The man, who towered over me, put out his hand. “It’s good to meet you, friend.” His voice was so deep I felt it in my chest. I had to stop myself from wincing as he crushed my hand in his. “You have arrived at a fortuitous time.” He lowered his voice to the loudest whisper I’d ever heard. “We are on the verge of escaping this pit of despair.”

the man said as he came close to Hayden. With a deep bow, the man extended what seemed to be a hardcover book to Hayden. Hayden reached out for it and thanked the man. Without another word, the man bowed once more and turned on his heels before walking back the way that he had came from. I cocked my head to the side in wonder at what had just happened. Did Hayden order a book to be delivered? I could tell from the image on the cover that it was a book regarding artworks. --To be continued…

Hildegarde sighed as she spoke. “Dumbasses. The sun is right before you.” she murmured before wishing the ignorant multitude the very best. “Who are you?”A man decked in expensive armor from head to toe stepped out of the hundreds of armed men and women and approached Mane. This man exuded the energy of a peak Heaven Realmer, and the three goons who followed him were just as strong and heavily tailored. “You aren’t the one I want to speak to,” Mane answered simply with his hands crossed before his chest.

he said with determination, his voice tinged with a sense of urgency, as he opened the book once more. “Vinjhus exharitus," he chanted, and once again, his eyes became pure white as bright light shone from the book onto his face, whisking his soul into the book once again. Adams was fully dressed in a white round-neck shirt, blue jeans pants, and a pair of stylish white sneakers. Hanging on his left arm was a brown designer jacket, completing his fashionable attire. He walked towards the main door... “My Mano Beta," one of Lucian's men, Vincent, called out.

a man with a husky voice whispered. “Ouch! Oh, I am so scared right now” the old man played pathetic as he staggered again and continued “...and who are you! You know? Whatever! Go for her, you both fit each other,” the old man said displeased as he released his hands and took off to the door... “Sorry mam, hope you aren't hurt?” I lifted my head to see this very man who just rescued me from being a total subject of ridicule, he looked just like a mafia boss in his suit, with broad shoulders exposed, and a telecom Bottega Veneta air-pod attached to his left ear. He smells good.

The man's heart hammered in his chest, his thoughts a jumbled mess of regret and desperation. As the silence stretched, the Huge Man finally broke it with a low, rumbling voice. "You've been avoiding me, my friend." The man swallowed hard, his voice shaky as he replied, "I... I don't owe you anything." A humorless smile tugged at the corners of the Huge Man's lips. "That's where you're wrong." He took a deliberate step forward, his massive frame casting an even greater shadow over the trembling man before him. "Debts have a way of catching up, don't you think?"

I immediately halted when I entered the living room and saw an unfamiliar man sitting on the couch across from where my parents. "Charlotte language!" My mom scolded making me pout and quickly apologize. "I'm sorry, mom." I stammered and grabbed the diary from my brother's hands and glared at him. I looked at the man from under my eyelashes too nervous to look him in the eye, I saw my dad gesture towards him form the corner of my eyes. Right, greet him! Sorry, sorry.

Blake is a shrewd and resourceful man who can obtain anything he sets his mind to. "Hey," A man came up and spoke to me. He is sitting in front of me, and his eyes are blue, and his skin is dark. His voice is scarcely heard, and when it is, it has a raspy quality to it. I instantly laughed. "You didn't even bother to ask me if someone is sitting there—"